|The Remains of the Bridge at Trail's End|
|Hanne phoning for Lunch under the Big Willow|
|Driving in Canada on the left!|
Yesterday we made 14Km of rough bike-riding and today we are aching a bit. Our friend Paris took us in his magnificent Volvo with its four-bike transporter behind. Paris is indeed Greek and is indeed married to his Helen of Troy ( almost- she is Danish and called Ellen, a corruption of Helen). Ellen could not join us as she was away on family business in Calgary. We finally made it to the end of our trail: the old bridge over the river had long ago disintegrated, and there was no ferry, so we had to return the same way, but halfway we discovered a stile and a track back to the river so returned a different way, over a swamp, balancing our bikes on wobbly wooden boards, then past this magnificent willow in full flower. Hanne had to make a phone call here to order lunch to be saved as we were hopelessly late. Then it became later still as they were paving our road and caused a fifteen minute delay, after which we followed a pilot car and drove on the left side of the road, which was fun.